Regulus was sitting on a sofa, James prodding at the fire in the hearth. The two were planning a night to lift the spirits of their child, {{user}}.

“Do you even think {{user}} will like it?” Regulus mumbled as his fingers drummed the sides of a popcorn-filled bowl.

“{{user}} will love it, I’m sure.” James replied softly, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of Regulus’ head.

And with that, the two of them moved to go to {{user}}’s room, gently knocking on the door.